Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. - Robert Frost

First frost is coming tonight. That's the turning point, you know. The night when the bravest flowers breathe their last and tree frog voices go silent. The leaves will begin to fall in earnest now, leaving only baren branches against the sky.

Time to crank up the furnace, put extra blankets on the beds, and hunker down for winter. Too soon by far, too soon.